My pent-up lustiness after weeks in quarantine makes me keenly susceptible to temptation. I browsed Twitter and discovered that “Hope” was visiting nearby. Her voluptuous figure and fiery red hair were irresistible. I filled out her booking form and sent a deposit. She promptly responded, and we booked an engagement.
I called her when I arrived at her hotel. She answered and gave me the room number. I went up to her room, and she greeted me from behind the door in a lacy black robe with a hug and a kiss. My eyes were mesmerized by her mammoth breasts. She offered me a drink, then we sat on the bed for some conversation. She’s sweet and bubbly, and she seemed genuinely interested in my work and studies. (She professed to be “very spiritual.”) Her green eyes were intoxicating. Her hand crept up my thigh. My arousal was apparent. Then she told me to get comfortable.
Her robe came off, followed by her bra, fully revealing her glorious tits. I immersed my face in them, caressing them and licking and sucking her nipples. She rolled a condom on me, then got on her knees on the carpet. Her eyes locked on mine as she took me deep into her mouth. Watching her devour my cock brought me to the brink. She sensed I was on the verge of release, so she asked me to lie on my back. It was time to abideth in Hope. She got on top of me and proceeded to ride me with great enthusiasm, her tits bouncing before my eyes. She ended up on her hands and knees. I slapped that big round ass of hers, which produced a squeal of delight. (She said she enjoys being submissive.) I started pounding her, losing myself in the sheer animalistic intensity of the moment. I came hard.
She removed the condom and retrieved a warm washcloth to clean me up. We talked some more on the bed. She’s pursuing her real estate license and already has some properties she’s interested in. As the end of the hour approached, we retrieved our discarded articles of clothing. Then it was time to say goodbye.
Lutheran Guilt 